Endless mountain ranges stretched before Qi Yuan. He carefully stepped into the core grounds, stopping to stand on a patch of flat ground.0

Up ahead lay a bottomless abyss, shrouded in mist and cloud, with no sign of animals or plants. Five colors shimmered faintly within—the traces of five souls.0

They seemed like boiling, surging paint. If a person were to fall in, not even their bones would remain. Before he started cultivating, his legs would've trembled at the sight of the abyss. His fear of heights could've driven him to jump. Now,...0